DISINTEGRATION

Solitary oak,

struck by lightning,

I can not stand to outface you

lifting up branches,

deepening roots in soil

and me, a filthy earth's mushroom,

to suck the rotten from the yellow leaves,

to decompose dead members

of lush memories.

I yearn to be a bird

chirping up in your branches,

enjoying your rustling in the wind,

although never I will be.

Maybe still you need me

to fertilize you and to feed you.

Truffles and chanterelles around

will nourish you.

I belong to the family of Amanitas

being fully aware

of the hallucinations and damages I can cause.

Let me be wilted, let me be self absorbed.

Otherwise I can not 

uproot you from my inner self.

As long as my soul lives, I see you in it.

©CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU2012